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December 1 Scripture Meditations Based on Philemon
Key Verse – Philemon 1:3 Grace to you, and peace, from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR GRANTING ME YOUR GRACE AND PEACE
Thank You for granting me Your grace and peace
by Your loving kindness...
Verily available within Your goodness
Midst transgressions’ wretchedness
To restore my salvation-joyfulness.
Thank You for granting me Your grace and peace
by Your prevailing sovereignty...
Verily supreme within Your authority
Midst pride’s superiority
To humble my arrogance-tenacity.
Thank You for granting me Your grace and peace
by Your compassionate leadership...
Verily caring within Your fellowship
Midst worldliness’ friendship
To direct my praise-worship.
Thank You for granting me Your grace and peace
by Your assuring presence...
Verily warm within Your influence
Midst apathy’s prevalence
To brighten my prayer-fluorescence.
Thank You for granting me Your grace and peace
by Your reviving empowerment...
Verily mighty within Your involvement
Midst sinfulness’ discouragement
To strengthen my faith-commitment.
Thank You for granting me Your grace and peace
by Your sustaining mercy...
Verily constant within Your clemency
Midst scarcity’s persistency
To uphold my devotion-fervency.
Thank You for granting me Your grace and peace
by Your enlightening wisdom...
Verily perfect within Your kingdom
Midst secularism’s stardom
To guide my service-freedom.
December 1, 2022
Christmas Eve Mystery
The sun had set, and it was Christmas Eve.
Dear Santa finished up and packed the sleigh;
made sure his Reindeer were geared up to go
before they'd have some time outside to play.
Now it was time to go to North Pole Park,
for there they'd snack on greens below the snow,
and run and prance to loosen up their legs
for galloping through space 'neath moonlit glow.
There, Santa rested on his favored bench;
'tween nodding, saw them romping everywhere.
However, Rudolph proudly stood on guard
beside him watching with protective care.
But soon enough, except for one, they'd fled;
whichever way they looked, none to be found!
Rudolph and Santa surely seemed upset...
yelled out each name in hopes they'd come around.
Before long, darkness fell upon the park.
Did Santa's deer come back to join the team?
Yes...every precious gift arrived on time.
'Twas only Santa's 'forty winks' bad dream!
December 10, 2018
For the Contest, "The Park Bench At Christmas",
sponsored by Sara Kendrick, based on Picture #3
One misty evening my Muse flew away,
Soon he was hidden in decay;
In the deep forest the wind was moaning,
O, the echo of birds chirping.
And so, I left my sweet dream to follow,
I will search every tomorrow;
The branches of trees were softly groaning,
O, the echo of birds chirping.
But soon the creeping vines had me entwined,
Those forest echoes in my mind;
A melody went on and on floating,
O, the echo of birds chirping.
It became quite clear that I was tangled,
I tried to scream but was strangled;
And in a stream near a frog was croaking,
O, the echo of birds chirping.
Muse, Muse I cried, don't hide in shadows,
My voice mingled with the echoes;
On my very soul, whispers were stroking,
O, the echo of birds chirping.
Then Muse wrapped his arms around me,
I am within, my dear, don't you see;
Now the echo flowing is my writing,
O, the echo of birds chirping.
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December 10, 2012
Kyriele/"'O, the echo of birds chirping""
Copyright Protected, ID 734052
Late June Standard
Brian Strand
Third Place
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Screwed X
Rob Carmack
Fourth Place
FRASER'S MOSAIC
Sometimes in life, I tripped. I slipped
on Calvary hill where darkness ends .
Defrocked by the dark, I woke up in a dream,
a fresh start, my beloved I have!
If I work to work a miracle, sinless eyes,
I, a Scottish Golden Eagle, plank to present,
my white wings outstretched
through hemispheric skies.
Above the golden sands of love , blessed I am!
Tomorrow's blank page: tension in sight
like veins of life, just a rose engulfed in awe,
I view amidst the wilderness of blue
a morning sun over the Ben embracing my heart.
To spread one's wings and fly,
I am for what I am:
evergreen tears; height hopes,
the freedom feeling in the light of moon,
I dreamt, I seen. ..
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Note: all the lines, are few of James Fraser poem titles
©
11:33 pm, December 20, 2014
Kindred souls we were and always will be
Entangled between reality and eternity
Everlasting devotion beyond earthly adieu
Parting only briefly till our next rendez-vous
Sunsets providing us a gateway into infinity
Across divine dimensions etched into memory
Know how much I adore and watch over you
Every time you hold this locket, think of me
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on December 1, 2017 for contest ANY POEM WON IN A CONTEST IN NOVEMBER sponsored by LAURA LOO - RANKED 3RD
and on October 11, 2017 for contest RHYME BATTLE IX sponsored by JULI-MICHELLE - RANKED 4TH
I went walking in the silent and stillness of winter,
It had snowed softly on this cold, cold night;
Homes glowed from deep within and sparkled bright,
A lonely snowflake kisses my cheek like a feather.
Wandering deserted town streets a solitary walker,
Park benches buried in the pure white snow;
Quietly an icy and frosty stream still ripples and flows,
And the shops are luminous in the town center.
At the church stained glass panes are welcoming,
The pristine snow lay on the steps in tranquility;
I bow my head in prayer recalling memories of family,
Whispering snowflakes fall on my hair blowing.
Faint a sound from something left near the church,
I approach the snow draped box, unsure;
And a mewing, mewing within the wet enclosure,
Then, a small forlorn white kitten lurched.
I cuddled the kitten in my arms brushing off each flake,
A lonely girl and a lost kitten together this night;
While the snow was falling and falling in sheets of white,
Kissing her head, I named my kitten, Snowflake.
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December 6, 2014
Enclosed Rhyme Example For Contest
Ponds paint greenish portraits in rural Indian landscape,
Docile duck rafts do dive-tricks, teasing whale-like buffaloes,
Salmon and tilapia tickle skaters and shrunk snails,
Tadpoles and fries from deadly algae and skaters escape...
Girls in petticoats and boys with no clothes, here, somersault,
Naughty ones among these push inside those don't know swimming,
Troop of youth, like villains, enter and exhibit pole-vault,
Women, like trained washers, busy themselves in cloth-washing...
Java plum trees, posing around willows, like green phantoms,
Shadow around, frightening the passersby, late evening,
Mangroves plowing the water make noises like ghost-groaning,
Bullfrogs to their mates seem sending love-memorandums...
Sun rays penetrating the dense leaves-embroidered branches,
Crack tracks of golden routes, as though connecting to sky-skirts,
Reflects, toward moon, like images on mirrors with clown-shirts,
Summon dark angels of dusk, to play about the ranches...
Do not get dried up amid severest of droughts, dear pond,
Or get swollen up, destructing lives, puffed up by the rains;
May lives in you and around, your healing touch ever gain,
And heaven and earth enjoy your perennial love bond...
19 December 2021
A STRAND (1044) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
You hand me the bracelet without meeting my eyes -
A wordless expression that betrays the casualness between us.
It's a symbol, a sign
That you haven't forgotten.
My face burns with emotion and I quickly turn to face the sea
As decade-old feelings crash through my veins.
I open my palm to find a string of blood-red roses -
Ten bakelite buds that threaten to bloom.
The cold December wind suddenly reminds me of my present.
I know I'm breaking the rules by accepting this gift –
The red rose is an ancient symbol of intention,
Of love stronger than thorns.
But this is precisely why
I can't hand it back.
Courting the illicit, I place it on my wrist.
I am shackled.
Later that night, after you've gone,
I lie next to him in the dark and count the buds between my fingers,
Like rosary beads.
Each one a prayer to the past,
A commemoration of our communion.
O, Canada we sing, standing tall with pride as one,
for our land of natural beauty, mountains, trees and lakes;
we are a peaceful country of many races and religions,
we are all immigrants as our ancestors came by boat from across the ocean.
I am so proud that we are the peacekeepers of war torn countries,
our history is vast and fascinating and we have come a long way;
I love this country from the open-spaces to the clean water,
for the diversity of people, a mix of all nationalities living as one.
Canada is a country with freedom of speech, thoughts and belief,
and just one tiny thing to boast about please, we invented hockey;
I am so proud and realize that I am lucky to have been born in Canada,
so proudly, I stand to sing, O, Canada strong and loud.
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Added after Judging January 20, 2020
Written, December 23, 2019
Poetry/Ode/We Are the Peacekeepers
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1211-133-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Whitman-Inspired Uplifting
sponsor, Carolyn Devonshire
First Place
Where steeples reach to touch the sky
and faithful bow their heads in prayer,
a wondrous sound fills wintry air
as choirs sing “Angels on High”.
Exalted words take wing and fly;
good tidings are for all to share
where steeples reach to touch the sky
and faithful bow their heads in prayer.
The morning of His birth is nigh;
each celebrates a Love so rare –
one precious Gift beyond compare!
His presence cannot be denied
where steeples reach to touch the sky.
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1/10/09
Writing Challenge- December, 2019 - I Want Christmas Poems
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
*Rondel - a variation of Rondeau